I don’t want an auto I’ trying to cross the road, please move!
As said earlier, Bangalore was my ticket to temporary freedom. So how could i not parade around the city with my best mate?
Nee arrived and stayed with me at the hostel for two entire days! The fact that she was allowed to visit was only because her elder brother was in Bangalore for his studies. We saw a window and took it!
Those three days were magical and exciting! So full of liberation for the two of us. And as cliché as it may sound – I wish it had never ended.
We walked endlessly and ate at almost every food cart on the way, bought all sorts of cheap clothing and accessories from road side shops down dingy alleys and hidden around corners, stumbled upon an entire area of shops that surprisingly played tamil music and lost our way several times but kept moving forward. We felt unstoppable!
Our little adventure to Nandhi Hills was something I’d remember forever! Waking up at 5 in the morning had never been so worth it! The bike ride was long and tiring and the biting cold was daggers to a child of the sun. However, the scenery up the winding path to the mountain made everything worth it; with visibility being less than 2m, the trees, rock face and fellow riders seemed merge and vanish around us. It was a pleasant eerie experience that made my heart race at the wonders of being out of a city and in the wilderness!
Cubbon Park and the Vidan Souda were two of the most amazing place we visited in the city!
The bamboo that shot up and formed an outrageous canopy above overwhelmed us. It was a portal to Neverland – the complete package, with little kids who flew about their parents, the occasional witches that offered to tell us our destined paths, several peter pans that seemed to not want to grow up and the sprawling greenery that dodged in and out between streets busy with traffic. It was a melting point between worlds – a city and a fairytale.
The Vidan Souda was a timeless building, beautifully preserved and maintained! It saddened me to compare them with the old building of Chennai and their poor up do’s and re-facing.
Our final stop that evening was the visit to Orion mall. Yet again it tickled our stomachs to be able to go out and eat at a posh little bresto and tea off together. We were exhausted to say the least, after the entire day of “city-trekking” we had done everything we could in a day in Bangalore.
By the end of our last day together, we were wiped. We journey by bus to the city and dined at a quaint little Indian restaurant that made us feel foreign.
I’m not sure if it was the ambience or the over “Indianess” of the decor or simply the thought that our dream-like adventure was drawing to an end, but I felt pensive that evening. It felt like a parting between two long time backpackers, minutely sad and subtly happy at the same time. We chowed down our vegetarian meal and devoured the tasty methi parathas, clinked our copper cups of water and chugged our final jeera flavoured buttermilk. It was a brilliant close to our time together.